Angel,
I honestly did not think that it was possible... I thought that my heart had already been shattered into so many pieces that there was nothing left to break. I was wrong...
I truly wish the absolute best for you and I know just how much you deserve so much better than what even you expect for yourself.
Sitting across from you today - getting to see your face, hear your voice; to talk and laugh.. and in that brief time so many memories and feelings wanting to bubble up, I could have become overwhelmed. And walking back with you I could feel another piece crack..
You are the most amazing person that I have ever met. You possess beauty and strength. You are funny and wicked smart. You are kind and thoughtful. But what makes you so amazing to me is how you manage to be so many opposite things at once without seeming contradictory - though you can be very contradictory (see what I mean!)
If I could have scooped you up into my arms, held you so close, and never let you go... that is what I would have done... I won't let you out of my life though. I will never let go of your hand...
Your very biggest fan, always...
With love,
Just me.
Never Let Go of Your Hand
Thursday, 7 September 2017
Wednesday, 6 September 2017
So you know...
To The Lady on the Train,
I have not written to you in a while. I do not want you to think that it is because I don't think about you every day - I do. You are on my mind more than you would ever suspect. I often wonder what you are doing at any particular point in time; I wonder if you are happy; I wonder what you are thinking... I wonder what is happening in your life and would like to know everything; all the good, all the bad... I wonder if I recall the shape of your face properly or if time is slowly altering the memory of you. I wonder if the voice I hear when I think about you is the voice that I used to hear in my ear, or if by some trick of distance and time I have misplaced your tone and cadence. Do I remember the constellations across your shoulders and back correctly or would the stars have moved and I would find myself lost in unfamiliar space? Would your curls still feel the same on the back of my hand should it rest on your shoulder? Do you walk with your head bowed as you head to the train after work or is your gaze fixed straight ahead with a bounce in your step? Do you still smile that secret smile and do your eyes sometimes flash dark?
I think of these things and much more.
So now you know...
The Man in the Station
I have not written to you in a while. I do not want you to think that it is because I don't think about you every day - I do. You are on my mind more than you would ever suspect. I often wonder what you are doing at any particular point in time; I wonder if you are happy; I wonder what you are thinking... I wonder what is happening in your life and would like to know everything; all the good, all the bad... I wonder if I recall the shape of your face properly or if time is slowly altering the memory of you. I wonder if the voice I hear when I think about you is the voice that I used to hear in my ear, or if by some trick of distance and time I have misplaced your tone and cadence. Do I remember the constellations across your shoulders and back correctly or would the stars have moved and I would find myself lost in unfamiliar space? Would your curls still feel the same on the back of my hand should it rest on your shoulder? Do you walk with your head bowed as you head to the train after work or is your gaze fixed straight ahead with a bounce in your step? Do you still smile that secret smile and do your eyes sometimes flash dark?
I think of these things and much more.
So now you know...
The Man in the Station
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